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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Moon Song




Followed your road till the sky ran out
Followed your love till love was in doubt
Followed your love till it never really was at all
Feeling stupid and hollow
Now the moon's gonna follow me home
Waited for you till the snow fell down
Over my skin like a thin nightgown
Waited for you but you never came around at all
Waited for you till they pulled the plug
Bartender emptied out his big tip jug
They swept all the floors
Vacuumed the rugs and went home
Drank all I could swallow
Now the moon's gonna follow me home

Time go easy on me tonight
I'm one of the lost sheep alright
Take what you must, take what you must
Of what I've lost as I have roamed

Let the moon follow me home

Followed your tears with a washing pail
Followed your story, I followed your tail
I followed you straight through the
Doors of your jail cell, too
Followed your voice in the darkness soft
A wind came through and carried it off
I followed your love till it never really was at all
Drank all I could swallow
Now the moon's gonna follow me home
Drank all I could swallow
Now the moon's gonna follow me home
Drank all I could swallow
Now the moon's gonna follow me home

Patty Griffin

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18 Comments:

Blogger tipota said...

wow, this is such a beautiful song, i am 'verklempt'

Wed Apr 29, 10:56:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Kali merra agapiti Tipota! Yes, this song has the same effect on me. I also added two other Patty Griffin songs to my Playlist.

(Many thanks to Mary for directing my ears towards such a beautiful singer/songwriter)

Wed Apr 29, 11:24:00 AM  
Blogger L'uragano (The Hurricane) said...

The singer has that haunting quality I so love. She also possesses quite the range. I really loved the poetry of the song, the rich images. Thank you Jonas and Mary!

Wed Apr 29, 01:03:00 PM  
Blogger Ponita in Real Life said...

Beautiful, Jonas. She has a lovely voice.

Wed Apr 29, 04:03:00 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

good one! and you're welcome!

Wed Apr 29, 08:06:00 PM  
Blogger Woman in a Window said...

Beautiful Jonas. I hope you've someone to share the moon with. God, doesn't everyone just need someone who sees the moon as the same thing!

Wed Apr 29, 08:16:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

I'm not surprised this song appeals to you, my dear readers. And, no, I've no one to share the moon with...'cuz, well, I've drunk all that I could swallow and now it's time to find my way home alone. But I'm not selfish when it comes to stars and heavenly bodies. Let them shine for all, for all of you, for all who've loved and lost and will, someday, love again.

Wed Apr 29, 10:03:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

And now it's time to cue up Patty's song "When It Don't Come Easy" (it's the first selection on my Playlist). You won't regret it. I promise.

Wed Apr 29, 10:17:00 PM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

It's time to take a cab home.....

Wed Apr 29, 10:46:00 PM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

Is your playlist here somewhere????

Wed Apr 29, 10:47:00 PM  
Blogger Cheesy said...

never mind I found it lol

Wed Apr 29, 10:52:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

"never mind I found it lol"

Whew! Here I was, wondering how the heck I could leave a trail of Cheetos straight to the Playlist located at the bottom of the page...

Wed Apr 29, 11:03:00 PM  
Blogger citizen of the world said...

That's beautiful and so sad. I think she's singing my thoughts.

Thu Apr 30, 04:56:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Oh, Citizen! Oh dear, you too!?!

Thu Apr 30, 09:35:00 AM  
Blogger lu said...

sigh

Fri May 01, 09:35:00 PM  
Blogger Jonas said...

Et tu, Lu?

Sat May 02, 12:24:00 AM  
Blogger FrankandMary said...

Now you've got me thinking I didn't even bother to look at the moon when we got home from dancing last night. Hmm. I'll need to look tonight for sure. Lovely lyrics.
~Mary

Sat May 02, 07:31:00 AM  
Blogger Jonas said...

The moon will be in full bloom in just six days, Mary.

Thanks for stopping by!

Sat May 02, 03:56:00 PM  

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